“He was looking at you like he wanted that.” She laughed. “Yeah, he’s got a little crush on me.” She shrugged. “So what?” Her mouth dropped open. “Emmett, are you jealous?” “I don’t like it.” Especially not with him living below her, always there. Looking… with his stupid eyes. My gaze slid over to Avery, sitting there with her legs crossed and her arm draped over the door. She had rolled the window down and her hair fluttered in the wind around her shoulders. Her skin looked so soft. “You are. You’re jealous.” Her grin was back and her gaze raked over my form with appreciation.
